Out Of Control

Chapter 2 - We're Different But The Same

Chapter 2 - We're Different But The Same

~ Nikki's POV ~

"I'm Jace." He introduced himself

"Nikki." I stated, nodding in his direction, I wasn't really up for a conversation at three in the morning so I rested my head on the counter in the hopes of falling back to sleep. However, this guy didn't feel the same way. Despite his drunken state, he wanted to talk instead of sleep.

"Look, Jack..." I was cut off,

"It's Jace." He corrected in a drowsy voice. I shot him an annoyed glance and continued on with my sentence.

"As I was saying, Jace, I don't know about you but I would like to sleep, especially since it's 3 in the morning."

"But I want to chat." Jace pouted

"Well, if you really want to chat, wait till I'm awake and it's daylight. Okay?"

With that, I turned my head to the opposite side and drifted off into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke up with a very sore neck and a guy on the stool beside me. Jace. Wow, I thought to myself, someone's desperate to talk.

I sat upright at attempted to crack my neck, but all I ended up doing was straining my neck even more. I glanced at the clock and it was 10 am. My throat craved some water after the shots I had last night. I planned on finding a tap, gulping down a cup of water and get going - I wasn't sure where, but I needed to get out of this bar. But thanks to my tired, clumsy self, I tipped over a stool on my way to the water tap. And Jace woke up.

"Morning," he said groggily, "Have we met before?" So, he doesn't remember me from last night - this morning actually - I should just pretend... My thoughts we interrupted by Jace.

"Wait, wait, wait! You're the girl that I saw when I stumbled into here last night." I had a bad habit of getting ahead of myself. I stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. Jace continued speaking

"And you said that we could talk when you wake up! Now looks like a good time for me!" God, this guy was way too energetic and happy for someone who was drunk just a few hours ago.

"Look, I'm really not in the mood for talking. Especially with a stranger." I said as politely as I could.

"But I could really use a friend right now." he pouted, making his gorgeous, hazel eyes stand out and make him very, very attractive. I gave his offer to chat a second thought, Well, Nikki, you don't have school and it's not like you've ever had a job... so you might as well make a new friend.

"Ten minutes." I said, not wanting my make myself seem like an easy-to-get type of person. I guess Jace wasn't sure of what to say, which would explain why he spent a good two minutes staring at me without saying a word.

"Time's running out." I said blandly.

"You're the daughter of Thomas Brien..."

"Was." I corrected him.

"Family problems?" he guessed.

I nodded in response, "Way too many."

"Trust me, I understand. My dad left my mum and me when I was really young, about five or six years old. Even though we barely had any money, my mum would make sure that I got what I wanted. Everything changed when I started middle school."

I got fascinated by Jace's life, I found about how his mum began partying when he was 12 and how she wouldn't come back until the next morning. It explained why Jace felt the need to get wasted and party most nights. He told me about how his mum go married again and how his stepfather was abusive. Both mentally and physically. Due to that, Jace had a low self-esteem and fought out on the streets. He got money from fighting other gangs and robbing stores, and he spent all his earning on booze. When he wasn't committing crimes, he was in a club messing with many girls and drinking until his kidney hurt. It was funny how Jace was a stranger just half an hour ago and suddenly I knew more about him than I did about my own parents.

After he told me, all I could do was sit there speechless. I wanted to say sorry but I didn't what I would be apologising about, it wasn't my fault. "I guess we're different but the same." I said, my voice almost a whisper.

"So, Nikki, tell me about yourself." Jace looked right into my eyes, which made him king of intimidating. Oh, God, no, my mind said, he's going to think that I'm a snobby rich girl. I looked at him and he looked back. It was only fair if I told him my story if he told me his. I took a deep breath and started.

"Since I was a baby, I had everything I wanted - toys, electronics, my own room, you name it. Everything was fine until I was about 11 years old. I started having different interests and was sick of doing what my parents wanted me to do. All they cared about was their reputation. Every time I wanted to do something that any other kid my age would do, they would respond with the same statement, 'What will everyone think? You're the daughter of the richest businessman in Miami. We have a reputation to uphold."

I don't know why, but I trusted Jace, and I told him every little detail. I told him how I was compared to my twin all the time and it broke me a little bit more each time. He now knew about how my parents would put me down on a daily basis and how I had to fake a smile when I went out and make sure everyone thought I was perfect - all because I 'had a reputation to uphold'.

"Last night my boyfriend, Ethan, broke up with me. He didn't tell my why - he called, came over, and broke up with me. On top of that, my mum had to chuck another fit about how hopeless I am and I just had enough. I left, and now I don't know what to do." Tears were building up in my eyes, threatening to fall any second.

"Go back," Jace suggested, causing my head to shoot up and look at him, "Go back, apologise, and start over. Otherwise you'll end up like me, and you don't deserve that."

"I can't." I replied without any hesitation, "I can't insult myself and go back just so they can treat me like crap all over again. I can't go through it ever again, it hurts too much." A lump had formed in my through and my chest throbbed from the pain.

"Then come with me." Jace said.

What. The. Hell?!

I stared at Jace in disbelief. "I've just met you!" I scoffed, "You cannot possibly think that I am going to start a whole life with a guy that I have just met!"

This guy was insane.

"We're not strangers." He said, "I know about..."

I didn't let him finish his sentence. "I know that you know a lot about me now after our 'deep conversation'," I lifted my fingers into air quotes, "but I was angry and upset and I just needed to let all my anger out and you were the first person that approached me."

"Okay, I get where you're coming from, Nikki, but just come with me and if at any point you want to go back, you can go." Jace said calmly.

I don't know how he thought it was so simple.

"Jace, don't get me wrong but for all I know, you could me a murderer, rapist..."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, let's not go there." He said, humour was evident in his voice.

"Look, I'm not coming. That is decided." I said, confidently. I wasn't going to let Jace see me as a helpless person.

Jace sighed, "Fine. That's your choice to make, but you will end up like me. It's going to be hard and sometimes you won't be lucky to find caring friends like I did."

I stayed silent. I couldn't even find the courage to look straight at him.

Jace stood up, still a bit woozy from the alcohol last night, and headed towards the door. He was leaving.

"Bye, Nikki." Jace gave me a smile, but it was definitely forced.

He's leaving, Nikki, my subconscious verified, and he won't be back.

Don't be stupid, you can't push everyone away. Give him a chance, he could be the total opposite of what you think. Ugh, I didn't know what to do

Let him in, Nikki, let someone in.

I gave it a thought - I was lonely, and I had nothing to lose anyway. No one was coming back for me so I may as well go. But then again, I've only known Jace for a day, anyone can fake emotional story.

"Wait." I called out to Jace.

"I'll come with you."

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